Page 66 of Poseidon's Trident
I glare at his comment because that’s not what I want to hear. I want him to trust my judgment, even when it comes to Thad. He’s proven that he can help us far more than Draven ever did in the last mission.
“No, we don’t and I think this could work,” Thad agrees.
“Okay then, let’s get off this wretched island.” I shiver.
Thad holds out a hand, calling the beast forward, and the serpent swims closer to shore. The sheer enormity of it is terrifying. What the fuck is that thing? Its body is long and snakelike, but it’s easily bigger than a whale, with sharp teeth ready to take down Poseidon’s enemies.
“Are we sure about this?” Jayden whispers.
“Do you have a better plan, Jayden?” I ask with a raised brow.
“No.”
“Okay, we just have to trust Thad to get us back to Monterey safely.” I chew my lip.
“Fine,” Jayden grumbles.
My shoulders slump in relief that he’s not going to argue with me, and I rush toward the water lapping at the shore.
“How are we going to explain the state your clothes are in?” Raven asks, poking me in the back.
“Fuck, Raven, they aren’t completely healed yet,” I grit out.
Jayden turns to me with a glare. “Why the fuck aren’t they healed yet?”
“They were deeper than yours and I got a lot of sand in them?” It comes out as a question.
Jayden’s hands land on my shoulders and I try to hide a wince, but his gaze is on my face as he turns me around. “Fuck, Beth. Your back is completely shredded and you have a gaping hole in your shoulder. How the hell did you fight that damn monster?”
“One-handed and a lot of adrenaline,” I say and shrug but wince as pain spikes through me.
“You need to get the sand out of your wounds.” Jayden grabs my hand and pulls me through the crashing waves.
“What are you doing?” I pull back on his hand.
“Washing the sand off.” He frowns.
“In salt water?” I ask.
The very idea of getting salt in these wounds has me pulling back and attempting to free my hand from his grasp. Raven stomps forward, pushing Jayden away.
“She has open wounds, Jayden. We have water in our packs back at the car. Don’t wash those out with salt water. What are you thinking?” Raven shakes her head.
“Fucking ow. Can you two not play tug-of-war with me. I’m fucking injured,” I growl.
Raven drops my arm and takes a step back with her hands raised in surrender. “Sorry, B.”
Jayden doesn’t let go but he stops trying to tug me into the ocean to wash up.
Instead, he opens his pack and hands me a shirt that smells suspiciously like him. “Put that on until we get to the car so people won’t notice how torn up you are.”
“Will they even notice after that stardust display when the crab died?” I ask.
“It’s funny that you call it stardust because I think I know what that creature was.” Jayden runs a hand down his face.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
Jayden never remembers the history lessons before the rest of us so how could he possibly remember this one?
